I weep so silently and watch the marble flood
with the blood spewing from my wrist.
I took the inhale from all the loud music,
the blood is getting even worse, shit.
Take a couple of these and those and whatever looks colorful,
fuck the blood is covering our waists.
I can't see anymore, but it's peaceful
this void and now blood covered clothes,
time for me to exit.
Whatever looks colorful.
CITEȘTI
Roses In The Sun
PoezieA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
